I collect too many things. I collect tons of toys/action figures/dolls/squishies/stuffed animals/minifigures (Barbie, My Little Pony, Sesame Street, Looney Tunes, Lego, Nickelodeon, Disney, Schleich, Funko Pops, Reborns, Cabbage Patch Dolls, Coraline, etc.) I have an entire room for all my toys and collectibles. I collect books, especially children’s books and books about subjects I am obsessed with, ranging from Michael Jackson, Nirvana, and Dance Moms, to art/artists, writing/writers, poetry, comics/manga, and antique books. The books also have a room of their own, which they share with my husband’s smaller but still sizable book collection (mostly history, true crime, and science fiction grace his shelves).
I have a huge collection of art supplies and stickers (which also get shoved into my extra “toy room”). I have a large collection of cds, especially from my favorite artists (MJ again, Nirvana, Foo Fighters, Enya, Simon & Garfunkel, The Beatles, 60’s 70’s & 90’s hits, Disney soundtracks, etc.)
I have an entire dresser drawer full of bookmarks, a wide selection of cute or nerdy notebooks/journals/stationery and a cabinet full of magickal/pagan themed objects I use for my little ritual altar. I also have a large collection of sentimental items I have saved ranging from photos to cards to letters to objects from loved ones who have passed on.
I am emotionally connected to many of the things I collect and the idea of parting with them is traumatic. I figure this need to collect things is part of the autistic side of me, but sometimes I become overwhelmed by the size of my own collections!
When I see weird things, especially weird artistic stuff that fits into the category of folk or outsider art, I like to take pictures of them! This past weekend, my husband and I visited a little curiosities shop in downtown Fairborn, Ohio called The Secret Chamber House of Oddities and Artwork. They had this cool looking creature guarding their door, so I just had to get a photo of it:
I hope to return to that shop and maybe take some pics of some of the other cool stuff they had (like some awesome creepy dolls). I find stuff like this so inspiring for my own artistic style. The weirder – the better!!!
Recently I found a collection of Eloise Wilkin’s Little Golden Book stories. The collection includes nine of Wilkin’s most treasured stories, but didn’t come close to covering all of the work that Eloise did during her lifetime. Some of you may be thinking, “Who in the world is Eloise Wilkin?”, but maybe you will recognize some of the Golden Book stories she illustrated, such as:
My Little Golden Book About God
A Child’s Garden of Verses
Guess Who Lives Here
Wonders of Nature
We Help Mommy
We Help Daddy
The Treasury of Prayers From Around the World
The Christmas Story
Baby’s Mother Goose
Still not recalling her? Maybe you will recognize her illustrations below. If so, I hope they bring back great memories. If not, I hope you will check out her work!
I know many of my fellow authors are also bibliophiles. We not only like to write books, but we love to sift through book bins at thrift stores and garage sales, and you may occasionally even catch us sniffing a book just to get that book lover’s high. When you are an author, it seems you just naturally accumulate books. Not only are books pleasurable and full of fond memories, but they also have helped shape us into the writers that we have become.
As a children’s writer, I think it is no surprise that I collect children’s books. I do collect some new books, especially those written by my favorite authors or those who star beloved characters, but my real treasures are the the antique children’s books that I have rescued and sometimes nursed back to health. My absolute favorites are the ones from the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s. Their innocent prose combined with the old-fashioned illustrations make me feel like I have entered a Norman Rockwell painting.
I do have one literary obsession though that I do wonder about. I am a sucker for literature textbooks, particularly those from the early elementary grades. I have one large bookshelf full of pretty much nothing but textbooks. Luckily, this obsession only applies to literature. I’m not sure where I would find the room if I felt that I had to collect Science, Social Studies, Music, Art and Mathematics textbooks as well.
The only reason I can come up with for why I love these school guides so much is that they make me feel like I’m a little schoolgirl again and that makes me deliriously happy for some strange reason. Am I the only one with this odd fetish? Just curious.